Sweet dreams were made for me!
Don't ever falter, don't disbelieve
I wish to be a piece of history!
Someday, Someday.
So I dream of battles and senseless war
A thousand reasons for me to fight for
I climb straight cliffs and realign crooked shores
Still I want more, still I want more
Sweet dreams they fill my sleep!
Don't ever struggle, don't mission me
I wish to be the prince of policy!
Someday, someday ...
So I dream about blood, only the kind that flows
Between my fingers - the blood of my foes
I walk the roads in bloodsoaked clothes
Still I won't close, still I won't close
My borders, my limits
My treasons, my hope
I dream till the days end
Until reasons evoke
The meanings
My memoirs
The vivid figures of my pot
But like my bitter bigamist dreams
They don't last
Unlike my bigger intimate screams
They don't last
Unwind like triggered springs of fortune
And go back.
To my place. |